Chapter 71 - Beta Women
“…What?” Keith spat, having noticed my gaze. His cold voice automatically made me cower.
I shot a glance at him before replying cautiously, “I was wondering why you were asking… I’m sorry, but I don’t think I understand where this is coming from.”
Keith just stared at my face without a word. I began to regret saying anything, itching with discomfort. Finally, he opened his mouth.
“I didn’t know that beta women had a particular liking for omegas.” Then, Keith scoffed. It was clearly a scoff meant for me. “There are some women out there who like men who are easy to control.”
I could feel my face stiffening. As I stared at him in silence, Keith took his glass of wine to his lips as if nothing had happened. Just then, the lawyer returned to her seat.
“We should have dessert,” she said brightly, sitting down on her chair that the waiter had pulled out for her. However, neither Keith nor I replied.
A moment later, the waiter came back to take our dessert orders, but I only asked for coffee. Even while I busied myself by recording Keith and the lawyer’s conversation, I repeated the same thought over and over in one corner of my head.
‘That’s just the kind of man Keith is. I don’t need to feel hurt all of a sudden,’ I told myself.
I just needed to ignore him.
I should ignore him.
After that exchange, I didn’t ask him about anything other than work. Keith, too, completely ignored me.
That evening, he returned to the mansion with me without meeting up with Naomi—though, of course, he went straight into his room without even glancing at my face. Just like that morning, Keith ate in his room, and I walked down to the dining hall as usual and ate dinner alone.
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“Yes, that can be the meeting location. Two p.m. would be ideal… Yes, don’t hesitate to call us if there’s anything you need.”
I hung up and jotted down a note right away. I confirmed the schedule and filled in the meeting with Chase Miller in the empty slot. I checked over the schedule once more before getting up from my seat.
Keith was on the other side of the door. I took a deep breath before knocking gently and waited for a little while. When I opened the door, Keith looked up from the documents that he was examining. The moment our eyes met, I subconsciously suppressed my breath.
I closed the door behind me and marched toward Keith, standing before him with the desk between us. However, even after I opened my mouth, my voice came out a beat later. “As you asked, I talked to Mr. Orlando and rescheduled the appointment. It will be on Friday, and the time and location…”
While I made my report, Keith listened without a word. When I finished speaking, I waited for his reaction. Keith nodded briefly and stood up. I checked the time and realized that it was almost lunchtime.
Keith was supposed to have lunch plans today, but he had suddenly canceled them. Since it was a necessary meeting, I had struggled to comb through the empty slots and reschedule.
‘Either something must have come up or he simply didn’t feel like it,’ I assumed without giving it much thought.
However, as Keith brushed past me and opened the office door, he blurted, “Come.”
I hurried out of the office after him. However, Keith had meant something else.
“What are you doing? I told you to come,” Keith repeated as I left his office and headed over to my desk. For a moment, I stood still in confusion. Was there something he wanted me to do?
I picked up my briefcase and followed after him, still puzzled. I didn’t mind that he was making me work even during lunch hours. I had nothing to do anyway; it might even be better than just sitting there blankly.
Keith didn’t speak a word even as we took the elevator down to the parking lot and got into the car. I watched him as he loaded himself into the car and hesitated for one last time. When I noticed him furrowing his brows, I quickly followed in.
Just then, I remembered that he had canceled the meeting but not the restaurant reservation. Was he meeting someone else there? I was dying from the urge to know, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask. All I did was meaninglessly fiddle with the briefcase that was lying on my lap.
The restaurant that we had made a reservation for three months in advance was bustling with people, living up to its popularity. As we were being led to our reserved spot, I wondered if there would be someone already there waiting for us. However, the table was empty. When the waiter placed a menu in front of each of us, I could no longer contain my curiosity.
“Um, is the other person going to be late?” I asked. Keith looked up from the menu. I saw a slight crease forming on his forehead and quickly added, “You canceled the meeting. Wasn’t that because you had an urgent plan with someone else? I assumed that it was someone that I had to be accompanying you for… Like a business partner, perhaps.”
Even after I managed to conclude my sentence, Keith didn’t say anything. All he did was stare intently at me. When I was slowly starting to get concerned about the strange silence, he replied, “There isn’t.”
“Pardon me?” I asked back before I could even catch myself.
A deeper yet crease formed on Keith’s forehead as he spat, “Nobody else is coming. I didn’t schedule a new meeting, either. Now shut up and pick your menu.”
His unreasonably harsh words forced my mouth shut, just as he had intended. He canceled his schedule out of the blue and dragged me here without an explanation. And now what, “shut up”?
A delayed surge of anger washed over me, but he was my boss. Moreover, Keith having a foul mouth was nothing new. I calmed myself down and looked over the menu.
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